Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie—an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.

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Jessie pushed open the door to the guest room and walked straight to the mahogany desk. She pulled out a blank sheet of hotel stationery and a pen. Her hand moved furiously across the paper, listing out survival items, water filtration systems, and tactical gear.

The sharp click of high heels sounded in the hallway.

Jessie flipped the paper over, pressing it flat against the wood just as the door swung open.

Brenda marched in, followed closely by a man in a sharp gray suit carrying a leather briefcase. The family's chief legal counsel.

The lawyer didn't waste time. He pulled a thick stack of documents from his briefcase and held them out to Jessie. "This is the formal renunciation of your rights to the Aguilar trust, Miss Rhodes."

Jessie didn't take the papers. She leaned back against the desk, crossing her arms. "One hundred million dollars in cash."

Brenda's face flushed a violent shade of red. "Are you out of your mind? That's extortion! That kind of money could buy half the startups on Wall Street!"

"The Ramsey injection is worth at least a billion to this family," Jessie stated, her voice flat, her eyes locked on the lawyer. "One hundred million is a ten percent finder's fee. It's a bargain."

The lawyer glanced at Brenda, giving her a subtle nod. His Wall Street brain was calculating the math, and he knew Jessie was right. In the long run, cutting her out now saved the family billions.

"Fine," Brenda hissed, her chest heaving. "Give her the money."

"I'm not done," Jessie said. "I also want the deed to the abandoned estate in the Appalachian Mountains."

Brenda blinked, genuinely confused. "That rotting pile of rocks? We've been trying to sell that useless land for a decade. You really are just a dirt-loving hick, aren't you?"

Brenda pulled out her phone and dialed Martin. She spoke in hushed, angry tones for a few seconds before hanging up. "He agreed. Just to get you out of our sight."

The lawyer set his briefcase on the bed, opened a portable printer, and connected it to his tablet. Within minutes, the machine hummed, spitting out the revised terms.

Jessie took the fresh papers. She read every single line, her eyes scanning the legal jargon with mechanical precision. She wasn't going to let them leave a single loophole.

Satisfied, she signed her name on the dotted lines and pressed her thumb onto the ink pad, leaving her fingerprint on the final page.

The lawyer tapped furiously on his tablet, authorizing the wire transfer.

Jessie's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out. A notification from her offshore account flashed on the screen: $100,000,000.00 deposited.

The lawyer handed her a manila envelope. "The deed and the keys to the Appalachian property."

Brenda sneered, her eyes filled with disgust. "Take your money and get as far away from us as possible."

Jessie took the envelope. A cold, dark amusement curled in her stomach. She didn't say a word. She just turned to the closet and pulled out her suitcase.

Brenda huffed, feeling like she had punched a brick wall. She spun around and stormed out of the room, the lawyer trailing behind her.

Jessie zipped up her suitcase. She looked around the sterile, luxurious guest room. It was a golden cage, and she was finally free.

She grabbed the handle and wheeled the suitcase out of the room, down the long hallway, and into the living room.

Harley was sitting on the sofa, sipping tea from a porcelain cup. When she saw Jessie's luggage, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes.

Harley stood up, smoothing down her skirt. "Do you need me to have the driver take you to the airport, Jessie?"

"I'll take a cab," Jessie replied, her tone like ice.

Harley took a step closer. Her eyes suddenly dropped to Jessie's chest.

Jessie's collar was slightly unbuttoned, revealing the silver chain of an antique necklace resting against her collarbone.

Harley's breath hitched. Her pupils dilated, and a raw, ugly greed bled into her expression.

Jessie felt the shift in the air. She saw the hunger in Harley's eyes. She casually reached up and pulled her collar tight, hiding the silver chain from view.

Without another word, Jessie walked past Harley, the wheels of her suitcase gliding smoothly toward the private elevator. She left Harley standing in the middle of the room, staring at the space where Jessie had just been.

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Helen was finally brought back to the luxurious Gallagher estate as their long-lost blood relative. But her new family didn't welcome her; they looked at her with undisguised disgust. The matriarch mocked her stench of poverty, while her step-sister Candice treated her like a feral animal. The patriarch, Fredy—who had built his empire by betraying Helen's mother—tried to break her spirit. He blackmailed Helen into attending a high-society gala by threatening to cut off her grandmother's medical funds. At the gala, Candice squeezed into a diamond-encrusted gown, desperate to seduce the guest of honor, Damian Montgomery. Damian was the most powerful man in New York, and he was currently tearing the city apart looking for a mysterious woman named Jane. Overhearing this, a sick, greedy smile spread across Candice's face. She planned to impersonate Jane to claim Damian's wealth and completely crush Helen under her heel. "Hide in the corner tonight. Don't you dare try to speak to anyone important!" They all thought Helen was just a helpless, uncultured country girl they could easily manipulate and step on to secure their stolen legacy. What they didn't know was that Helen was the real Jane. She was the lethal shadow who had saved Damian in the woods, shattered his grip, and robbed his highly guarded vault just the night before. Helen calmly adjusted her simple black dress and stepped into the ballroom, ready to tear their stolen world apart.

Billionaire Mafia Modern

9.2

Divorcing The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

9.2

Averie spent hours preparing a perfect third-anniversary dinner for her billionaire husband, Jarett Sharp. Instead of celebrating, she received an anonymous photo of him intimately holding another woman. When Jarett finally arrived, he didn't even look guilty. "Candida. It's okay. Don't be scared. I'm on my way." He simply took a call from his mistress, shoved Averie aside, and walked right back out the door. That same night, Averie's father suffered a massive heart attack. The hospital demanded a half-million-dollar deposit before they would operate. But when Averie frantically tried to use the emergency medical trust card Jarett had given her, it was declined. Jarett had deliberately frozen her access to the funds just hours earlier. While she begged his assistant on the phone, Jarett refused to be disturbed, busy wrapping his expensive coat around his mistress in the hospital garden. Averie collapsed in the hallway, realizing the man she loved was deliberately letting her father die. In the end, a childhood friend stepped in to pay the bill and save her father's life, while her billionaire husband later pinned her to their bed, throwing a check at her and reminding her he had bought her for three million dollars. Averie didn't shed a single tear. She slowly ripped his check into pieces, left her massive diamond ring on the dresser, and walked out into the cold New York night with nothing but her old suitcase. She pulled out her phone and dialed her old ballet professor. She wasn't just going to leave Jarett Sharp. She was going to destroy him.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Flash Marriage To My Mysterious Paralyzed Husband

8.0

I sat at a table for two in the center of Le Coucou, clutching a gift box that had cost me two months of savings. It was our three-year anniversary, and I was waiting for Gavin to finally ask the big question. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Gavin didn't walk toward me with a ring. He walked in with a polished blonde heiress tucked under his arm, her hand resting protectively over a small baby bump. "This is Tiffany Stone. My fiancée," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. He didn't apologize for being late or for the three years we'd spent together. Instead, he pulled out a checkbook, scribbled a number, and slid a ten-thousand-dollar check across the white tablecloth. "Consider it severance for your time," he added, as Tiffany mocked my cheap drugstore dress. "Don't contact me again. Tiffany doesn't need the stress." I was the entertainment for the entire restaurant—the pathetic girl dumped for a better model. By the time I walked out into the rain, I had lost my boyfriend, my home, and the funding for my secret medical research project. I was an orphan with no safety net, facing an eviction notice and a ruined career. I had given Gavin everything, and he had discarded me like a broken tool. The injustice burned in my chest, a hot, sharp rage that replaced my tears. Desperate and freezing, I ducked into a coffee shop where I met Colton Bentley, a reclusive billionaire in a wheelchair. After I defended him from a cruel date, he offered me a contract: a marriage of convenience and a seven-figure payment to act as his shield. I signed the papers that night, ready to use his wealth to rebuild my life. But as I watched my new husband navigate his penthouse, I noticed his "paralyzed" legs tense with a strength that shouldn't exist.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Flash Marriage To The Ruthless Tycoon

7.4

I was a broke clinic doctor drowning in debt, so I took a confidential job to evaluate a billionaire heir's fertility. I marched into the VIP ICU, pinned the struggling patient down, and injected a sedative. I finished the extraction and loudly declared to the family lawyer that the Holt heir was completely sterile. But then, a chilling laugh echoed from the doorway. The real heir, Jarrod Holt, the tyrant of Wall Street, stepped in. I had just sterilized his younger brother right in front of him. Facing a decade in federal prison, I was completely at his mercy. To make things worse, my arrogant ex-boyfriend tried to publicly humiliate me, and my greedy uncle threatened to burn my dead mother's belongings for ransom. I was pushed to the absolute brink of ruin. But instead of destroying me, Jarrod offered a terrifying lifeline. He bought out a Manhattan high-rise in five minutes just to ruin my ex, then handed me a marriage contract. I was terrified and deeply confused. Why would this ruthless billionaire force a nobody into a fake marriage? He knew details about my past that no one should know. Did he discover my hidden identity as 'E', the underground surgeon the entire medical world was hunting for? With my back against the wall, I signed the prenuptial agreement. "I do," I whispered at City Hall. He shoved his heavy, antique family ring onto my finger. It was supposed to be strictly business with absolutely no physical contact, but when his lips crashed violently onto mine, I knew I had just sold my soul to the devil.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Hate You as much as I Love You

9.1

What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child? ........ Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her. However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her. Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives. With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life. Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else. She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies. Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back. BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.8

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Healer

8.8

Elizbeth married the wealthy heir Carlton Wilkinson to save her grandfather's life's work. But on their wedding night, instead of a loving husband, she faced a cold tyrant. He forced her to sign a brutal prenup, stripped her of all family rights, and banished her to a dingy guest room. He was convinced she was just a pathetic, gold-digging liar. When a catastrophic pain attack drove Carlton to smash his own head against the wall, Elizbeth rushed in to save him using her specialized acupuncture. She risked her life to calm his spasming nerves. But the moment he woke up, he nearly choked her to death. He threw her against the wall, bleeding and bruised, accusing her of using cheap parlor tricks to poison him. The next morning, his greedy relatives openly mocked her cheap clothes, waiting like vultures for Carlton to drop dead so they could steal his fortune. Elizbeth was humiliated and terrified, but she soon discovered a classified secret. Carlton was a former Delta Force operator slowly going mad from an undetectable weaponized biotoxin. The poison made him paranoid and violent. He would rather die in agony than accept help from a woman he despised. Begged by his desperate grandfather, Elizbeth knew she had to cure him in the shadows. At 1:00 AM, she slipped a heavy, odorless sedative into his water and sneaked into his pitch-black bedroom to begin the detox. But as her silver needle hovered over his skin, a massive hand shot out and pinned her violently to the mattress. "How much did they pay you to poison me?" he hissed in the dark, his eyes wide awake and blazing with murderous fury.

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